I'm super tired but incredibly happy. Today has been so much better than last week, it's ridiculous. I also want to says thank you to
milkfed. You might not think so, but you've helped me feel a lot better after the horrible ordeal I had. Thank you ♥
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I had my keyboarding midterm on Tuesday. It was kind of stupid with how easy it was. We had a written part, where we would write what finger we use for each letter, and then we had to take 3 different online typing tests. I took extra time to play a typing game for extra credit and I still got out about a half hour early.
✖ We're starting a new project in Digital Design that's pretty interesting. We have to take an existing CD cover and change it so that it represents a different genre. I'm taking
this cover and changing it to Disco.
✖ It's becoming crunch time in my Graphic Novel class. Yesterday we went over the dialogue for our comics. There's one part that I need to fix, but I feel I've got a pretty good grasp on it. Next week we have to bring in rough drafts of the first two pages.
✖ Since the Herff Jones representatives were at campus this week, I spent part of yesterday and today ordering my ring. I had already spent a good amount of time on their website designing a ring, so I knew exactly what I wanted. The only bad thing is that the rings are so expensive. The cheapest ones start at $387, and that is what I was originally going to get, but after talking with my parents, I went with a ring that was $408. Of course, I totally forgot about the tax - so the total came to a whopping $451.01. I nearly had a heart attack. My mother said it's okay, but I still feel bad about it. I won't be getting a yearbook or a cap and gown, so at least there's money saved there.
This is the base design of the ring if you're curious. The details will be different though.
✖ On Tuesday, I had the misfortune of meeting up with my uncle on the train while I was on my way home. Now, I love my family, but for the most part they can be assholes. It's fine, it's just the way they are. My uncle Victor, however, is the only one I truly despise. When I was younger, he visited and told me that I needed to get surgery on my eyes and teeth, and basically make myself prettier so that boys will like me. I don't have a perfect face, I know that, and I'm happy with myself now. If he were to tell me something like that today, I'd promptly tell him to fuck off. At the time though, I had just turned 11, and I was extremely self-concious. I ran away sobbing and in tears. My mother was so mad that Victor was practically reamed the next time she saw him. Ever since then I can't stand to be around him. It seems silly, I know, but who the hell tells their niece something like that? Just remembering pisses me off.
How have you been f-list?